LivingWBatman
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So I was in the middle of Mexico in a super small town about 2-3 years ago to visit with my Dad's at the time business partner/fiancée. This was in the middle of nowhere (look it up it's called Parras de la Fuente.) Anyway some of us went to a cemetery during the day. The graves were a mix of above and below ground with the above ground being just 3 foot mounds of dirt.
So there is a small mausoleum open and I'm following a girl I knew into this thing. I somehow end up in front of her walking casually, you had to walk down these steps into it about 10 steps. Inside the mausoleum had windows covered with tapestry and sun coming in. The first thing I saw were two paintings of a man and woman and directly below raised stone graves like 3-4 foot above ground, this is where they put the bodies. It was very quiet in the cemetery and as soon as I stepped foot into the room where the bodies were I heard a loud crescendo like a "Whooooomp!" from inside the mausoleum. The girl and me immediately turned around a walked very fast up the steps and out of there. My guess is they didn't want an American in there. I never believed in ghosts and the experience didn't shake me up at the time but now I'm pretty sure it was a ghost. No one else was in the cemetery, no one was near us and no one alive beside us were in the mausoleum. I asked her a few months ago if she remembered and she did vividly.
So there is a small mausoleum open and I'm following a girl I knew into this thing. I somehow end up in front of her walking casually, you had to walk down these steps into it about 10 steps. Inside the mausoleum had windows covered with tapestry and sun coming in. The first thing I saw were two paintings of a man and woman and directly below raised stone graves like 3-4 foot above ground, this is where they put the bodies. It was very quiet in the cemetery and as soon as I stepped foot into the room where the bodies were I heard a loud crescendo like a "Whooooomp!" from inside the mausoleum. The girl and me immediately turned around a walked very fast up the steps and out of there. My guess is they didn't want an American in there. I never believed in ghosts and the experience didn't shake me up at the time but now I'm pretty sure it was a ghost. No one else was in the cemetery, no one was near us and no one alive beside us were in the mausoleum. I asked her a few months ago if she remembered and she did vividly.
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